Tantric Sex

I had sex in a tantrum;it went on all night, the rageof bad blood ululatingthrough the skeins of veins.It came to blows,landing one another withhaymakers, jabs, and one crunchwhich put the lights outand made one eye weep.Once the referee enteredinto the spirit of things, therewas no contest.The bed took a pasting.We pressed our glovestogether, like outsize kidneys,and lay flat out, K.O., beatenon the taut tarpaulinof dream. We were spoilingfor another night.